"Are you hiding something from me about that?"
Mo Shangjun paused for a moment in holding the wine glass, then shrugged casually, "No."
When the words fell, she lowered her eyelids slightly and drank the wine in the cup.
"No." Looking at her and muttering these three words, Chen Lu's expression was unclear, and he snorted after a while, "I can't tell if you lied anyway."
Initially, Mo Shangyun had four teachers.
There are those who teach her to survive in the wild like myself, and there are others who teach her marksmanship, fighting and other skills.
At that time, in addition to him, the other three were all retired from the army, and they each had their own jobs. They were specially invited by Mo Shangyun's grandfather to teach her.
The three were always with her.
On the other hand, he only came to teach Mo Shangyun when he was free from time to time. Anyway, it was impossible to survive in the wild for a long time. He would accompany her to various places once or twice every season.
Mo Shangjun didn't call him teacher either. He called him "Uncle Chen" from the first time we met, and it hasn't changed since then.
A few years later, he was discharged from the army. Although he did not accompany Mo Shangyun full-time, he spent a lot of time with Mo Shangyun, and his colleagues also got acquainted with the other three.
Originally, that kind of life was pretty good, no need to set goals, no need to force yourself to keep the honor of the king of soldiers, and occasionally watching Mo Shangyun's growth is also a great pleasure.
However, everything came to an abrupt end during the summer vacation of Mo Shangjun's sophomore year.
Those three old guys had an accident, got involved in a battle with mercenaries, saved the hostages, but sacrificed themselves.
He was not there at the time.
It is said that Mo Cang was the one who instructed them to act and who gave the order.
That is, since then, the relationship between Mo Shangjun and his family has reached a freezing point - this is what Mo Shangshuang told him.
At first, Chen Lu also felt that Mo Shangjun was just throwing a temper, and he would figure it out one day.
No one was wrong about that.
No one expected what the outcome would be, everything was just an accident, no one could control the overall situation, not even Mo Cang.
He thought that Mo Shangyun would figure it out one day.
Mo Shangjun has never been a person who would dig himself into a dead end.
However, it has been almost three years now, and Mo Shangyun looks like he has let go. The relationship with his family may not be bad, but—
It always makes me feel something is wrong.
Witnessing Mo Shangyun's growth and spending a lot of time with her, she can control her temperament to some extent.
Mo Shangyun has always attached great importance to friendship and righteousness. She is the kind of place that she has been to once. Even if a restaurant is worth her second visit, she will go to that restaurant specially when she goes again.
- It's not like this, when you arrive at the door of the house a few times, you will deliberately avoid it, not even the threshold.
Therefore, he felt that maybe there was something in this matter that he didn't know, and the hidden things were enough for Mo Shangyun to do this.
"Girl," Chen Lu suddenly lowered his voice, looked at Mo Shangyun with a heavy expression, and asked tentatively, "Are you there at that time?"
Mo Shangyun's action to pick up the peanuts was abrupt, but he quickly picked up the peanuts and put it in his mouth.
Chen Lu keenly found that her index finger holding the chopsticks trembled slightly inadvertently.
"Um."
After quietly eating the peanuts, Mo Shangjun responded indifferently.
Um.
A single word easily confirmed Chen Lu's guess.
There was a sudden quarrel at the next table, because a passing guest accidentally rubbed chili oil on top of a woman. The woman was very loud and scolded the guest by pulling the arm of the guest. Many people gathered around, and the atmosphere It was noisy at once.
In stark contrast to this quiet table.
Chen Lu looked at Mo Shangyun, who lowered his head and ate peanuts.
Chen Lu opened his mouth.
However, there are thousands of words stuck in the throat, not a word can be uttered.
Turns out she was...
That incident was never made public, and all the participants were banned from speaking. It was a top-secret incident, and it was not allowed to say a few words, it could only be rotten in my heart.
Chen Lu had been in the army for many years, and he knew the rules clearly, so he had no way to ask Mo Shangjun.
- What have you been through
-What do you see
He could only imagine.
Sadly, because of what he has experienced, all he can think of is more cruel and bloody.
He had witnessed his brother's sacrifice beside him. Hot blood stained his clothes, like an illusion. It was obvious that the man was talking to him one second ago, but no matter how you called it the next second, he would not get a response. .
If Mo Shangyun was not involved, he could stand in the same position as Mo Shangyun and persuade him to say a few words.
However, when Mo Shangjun personally experienced...
He was not qualified to persuade her.
Without personal experience, there is no empathy.
Those persuasion from an outsider's point of view are light-hearted, and treat all the pain of others as not worth mentioning.
Suddenly, the table next door gradually became quiet.
The guests left, the women left, and the onlookers dispersed. It seemed that in an instant, the other side was empty again. The empty dining table seemed like nothing had happened.
There are only a few peanuts left on the plate.
The clerk brought the skewers they ordered, greeted them with a smile, and put the skewers down.
Before leaving, he glanced at Mo Shangyun and wanted to say hello, but somehow he was a little shy and left rather shyly.
"It's been almost three years," Chen Lu sighed and broke the silence, "Can you come out?"
"Um."
Mo Shangyun put down his chopsticks and went to get a bunch of mutton skewers.
There was a gust of night wind blowing, blowing the broken hair in front of her forehead, revealing a smooth and full forehead, a fine light fell on the bottom of her eyes, the dark eyes reflected the shining light, soft, Warm, with a touch of tenderness.
"I'm fine." Mo Shangyun said calmly.
She's fine, both before and now.
After all, it wasn't her who died.
It's just that she wasn't used to it for a long time.
Not used to living.
In her life so far, those few people accompanied her for nearly half of the journey, and suddenly they disappeared, no sound was heard, no one was seen, and it always felt a little unreal.
However, only occasionally think about it.
She doesn't need to depend on anyone to live, and it's not her temper to be helpless.
The trajectory of life will not be easily changed.
"What about you," Mo Shangjun raised his eyes suddenly after taking a bite of the mutton skewer, looking at Chen Lu, "what are you going to do in the future?"
Chen Lu thought for a while, drank the wine in the glass, and put the glass back on the table. He said, "Let's see the situation."
Without those three old guys, life is boring, so I opened a noodle restaurant here, and it was a temporary settlement.
However, it is always temporary.
This 'temporary' can be long or short, maybe tomorrow he will change careers, maybe this noodle restaurant will be open until the day he dies.
When it comes to those three old guys, the topic becomes heavier unconsciously.
After a while, Chen Ludao: "I heard that your military region plans to form a new special force. Prepare a training camp in advance. Are you going to be an instructor?"
"Well." Mo Shangyun responded.
Pouring himself another glass of wine, Chen Lu asked her, "Want to go to the special forces?"
After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun thought for a while, "There is no plan for the time being."
Looking at her with a heavy expression, after staring at her for a while, Chen Lu said solemnly: "If you can, go experience it."
"Why," Mo Shangjun smiled and looked at him mockingly, "Didn't you always support me in going to the special forces?"
In fact, none of the four teachers from special forces supported her to go to special forces.
Saying that she has a future, she doesn't need to go to the special forces to waste time, she can keep going up. Reading and doing scientific research, in their opinion, are very powerful existences.
They don't know that in the eyes of many people, they are also very powerful and admired existences.
"That was in the past," Chen Lu patted the table. "I didn't know before, but now... you guys are doing speeches, meetings, etc. It's really boring."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Who said that cultivating talents is better than being a talent?"
"… "
Chen Lu choked on her.
This girl has a good memory.
"Anyway," Chen Lu muttered after a while, "even if you want to cultivate talents, you can have a few years of special experience. Let me tell you, being a special forces soldier is just such a precious few years. If you are old, others will Without you, it's too late for you to regret it."
After a moment of silence, Mo Shangyun didn't speak at all, picked up the wine glass, and drank it silently.
Chen Lu was slightly drunk, dragged Mo Shangyun, and kept talking about the benefits of special forces, how many unforgettable experiences they could have, and how many things they could not learn outside. experience.
Mo Shangjun listened quietly.
The kebabs barely moved, but the beer was brought to the table bottle by bottle.
The brain is awake.
She is not drunk.
She hasn't been drunk since two years ago.
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126、Mom is a magical woman